one diamond or another

There is a clubhouse here at the trailer park, and joyfully two of its walls are filled with hardcover and paperback books and DVD’s – there for the taking with the pinky-swear unspoken agreement they will be borrowed, enjoyed, and returned. In my three-plus weeks here I’ve borrowed, read, and returned four paperbacks. The DVD “Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist” sits ready on the small, blue table I scarfed off the sidewalk when I moved to San Diego almost four years ago.

I guess this is my life today in a northern town – north of San Diego. Along with tons of walking; oxygen-debt breathing my way up two mountains, and considering benches on each ‘home;’ somehow finding myself at the front desk of the local YMCA; lounging in perhaps too many of ‘those meetings;’ and all the while exploring the psychic and sensual realms of aloneness.

Meanwhile, as the song goes, “The Red Sox Are Winning.”